Feeder - Crash текст песни

I put my best foot first and it got burnt

Communication always hurts

Ive got myself so deep inside a hole

I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old

I dont think so

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Shes my hands, shes my hands

Picks me up when I crash down

Build me wings so I can glide

Shes my novocaine ride

Pick up the pieces of my world

Glue thme together, I wish I could

I cant believe it as the picture fades

Just like a tv, but the sound remains

I dont think so, no, I dont think so

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Feel it as I shake

Shatter illusions fade

Taste my bitter tears

Cut my heart with shears

I dont think so, I dont think so

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